He left for the elevator.
He got to it, and followed the secretary's directions. He got to her door. 31B. Here it was. Here was his chance. His chance to make things right with Rory.
His chance flitted out of his mind when he opened the door and saw Rory huddled in a corner, crying. He had done that to her. He had made her cry. He walked over to her.
"Rory?" he asked softly. He didn't even know if she heard him.
"What?" Rory looked up at him with pleading eyes and tear-stained cheeks.
"I'm... sorry."
"For what?" she wanted to know. Rory wanted to know what he thought he was sorry for. Because he could be sorry for a lot of things. One was leaving. Two, not helping raise the child he left behind. Three, getting mad at her. The list goes on and on.
"I would have stayed if I had known."
"I didn't want her to be a pity issue. I still don't."
Jess sat beside her, next to the file cabinet. "I don't see it like that. I see her as my daughter I should get to know."
"You should get to know her. She needs you."
Jess stayed quiet.
¤ The next morning, Saturday, 8:26 AM ¤
"Mommy, wake up!" Lora called from her mother's doorway.
"One more hour," Rory mumbled through her pillow. At this Lora ran and jumped on her mom's bed.
"OW!" Rory sat up suddenly on instinct.
"Wake up!" Lora yelled, and then added, "There's someone making breakfast for you in the kitchen."
"What?!" Rory asked a little too loud.
"Yeah."
"What's his name?"
"Something like Jesse or something."
"What?!" Rory got up and started to put on 'cute' pajama's.
"Yeah, I let him in cause he said he knew you and wanted to make you coffee before you got up. Since he knew you liked coffee, I thought he was good enough to let in. And he brought his own coffee, and I tasted it and you'll like it."
Rory got done putting on her dark blue and black plaid PJ pants and a thin white shirt.
"Come on."
The two walked out of Rory's room and down the hall, into the kitchen. Rory looked at Jess. He also looked back at her. "What are you doing here?"
"You invited me," Jess replied simply, and then handed her a cup of coffee. Rory gratefully took it and took a sip.
She knew the taste. She never forgot it. Never. Rory looked up at Jess.
"Jess, this is-."
"I know, I know, I shouldn't but I thought you might need a wake up call-." He was stopped by Rory silently getting out of her seat and walking over to him. She hugged him and turned back, took the coffee off the counter and went back down the hall into her room.
Jess just stood there, not knowing what else to do.
He got to it, and followed the secretary's directions. He got to her door. 31B. Here it was. Here was his chance. His chance to make things right with Rory.
His chance flitted out of his mind when he opened the door and saw Rory huddled in a corner, crying. He had done that to her. He had made her cry. He walked over to her.
"Rory?" he asked softly. He didn't even know if she heard him.
"What?" Rory looked up at him with pleading eyes and tear-stained cheeks.
"I'm... sorry."
"For what?" she wanted to know. Rory wanted to know what he thought he was sorry for. Because he could be sorry for a lot of things. One was leaving. Two, not helping raise the child he left behind. Three, getting mad at her. The list goes on and on.
"I would have stayed if I had known."
"I didn't want her to be a pity issue. I still don't."
Jess sat beside her, next to the file cabinet. "I don't see it like that. I see her as my daughter I should get to know."
"You should get to know her. She needs you."
Jess stayed quiet.
¤ The next morning, Saturday, 8:26 AM ¤
"Mommy, wake up!" Lora called from her mother's doorway.
"One more hour," Rory mumbled through her pillow. At this Lora ran and jumped on her mom's bed.
"OW!" Rory sat up suddenly on instinct.
"Wake up!" Lora yelled, and then added, "There's someone making breakfast for you in the kitchen."
"What?!" Rory asked a little too loud.
"Yeah."
"What's his name?"
"Something like Jesse or something."
"What?!" Rory got up and started to put on 'cute' pajama's.
"Yeah, I let him in cause he said he knew you and wanted to make you coffee before you got up. Since he knew you liked coffee, I thought he was good enough to let in. And he brought his own coffee, and I tasted it and you'll like it."
Rory got done putting on her dark blue and black plaid PJ pants and a thin white shirt.
"Come on."
The two walked out of Rory's room and down the hall, into the kitchen. Rory looked at Jess. He also looked back at her. "What are you doing here?"
"You invited me," Jess replied simply, and then handed her a cup of coffee. Rory gratefully took it and took a sip.
She knew the taste. She never forgot it. Never. Rory looked up at Jess.
"Jess, this is-."
"I know, I know, I shouldn't but I thought you might need a wake up call-." He was stopped by Rory silently getting out of her seat and walking over to him. She hugged him and turned back, took the coffee off the counter and went back down the hall into her room.
Jess just stood there, not knowing what else to do.